So I called up my contact at the facility in Long island, though I didn't have really two dimes to rub.
Together at the time.
I scrounged together $24 to jump on the New Jersey Transit train over to Trenton and then up to ten station.
20 minutes later, a white stretch limo pulled up, jumped in.
Driver asked me if I was Alex Spencer, and I said yes.
We headed off out into the country.
I sat all the way in the back.
The driver was like 20ft away, rolled down the window to lean out and look at everyone passing them by, hoping that they were wondering which.com billionaire I was.
We pulled in and there was basically like a little town inside these gates on kind of a blank atmosphere that gave the impression of one of those fake towns they would make to blow up with atom bombs.
I would get my own little house to live in on what looked like a little suburban street.
The first thing I did is strip off all my clothes and just walk around naked, watch some cable, use the free Internet.
Usually, you know, just out of politeness, put a towel down when they're sitting on a chair or something.
Once every day or two, they'd bring me over to the pet scan facility and give me a dose of a radioactive element and some other drug and scan my brain's effects while my head was encased in styrofoam that had been formed perfectly to my skull.
From radiotopia, you're listening to love and radio.
I'm Nick Vanderkolk.
Today's episode for Science, featuring Alex Spencer.
Starting in the year 2000, I participated in over 100 clinical trials, and that was my main source of income for at least ten, maybe twelve of those years.
I think we call ourselves guinea pigs to make light of it, in a way.
Actually, my brother Herrick hated when I called myself a guinea pig because he had pet guinea pigs.
He didn't want to think about them being tested on.